Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Are we starting to eat a little?




This is where we're at right now.  The Yankees win two games in a row at home against a sub-500 team and I'm out here talking about how the Yankees are cooking.  But this is how we're going to get through this season.  Hatch on to the little streaks.  It's not a lie if you believe it.

Truthfully the last few days have been borderline encouraging.  Gardner and A-Rod look like they're starting to figure things out a littttttle bit.  Pineda's put together a couple of encouraging outings.  And the Yankees have an extremely soft schedule this month (all sub-500 teams until the Rangers on the 27th).  If they can manage to go 10-6 against the Angels, Twins, Tigers, Rockies they'll be two games over .500 by the end of the month and right in the pennant race.  I think any Yankee fan in the world would sign up for that.

It's sad that I'm actually excited for more Austin Romine and Rob Refsnyder.  It's not even that they're swinging the bats particularly well right now.  It's just that they bring a different mindset to the plate.  They have a different idea than everyone else.  They aren't up there doing things that used to work when they were young but don't work anymore cause they're old.  All they're trying to do is tally up base hits because they're professional lives are literally on the line every single game.  Romine was this close to being in someone else's organization this spring and Refsnyder's gotten lost in the fold as the guy without a position who's bat is still a question mark.  Now out of need, the Yankees are going to give them both fairly regular playing time and we're going to see if they can stick.  In a season where there hasn't been much to get excited about, this has my wheels turning just a bit.  Sad, I know.

PS - Andrew Miller is slowly creeping onto my list of favorite Yankees of all time.  First of all he's the best player on this team and it's not particularly close.  Jobs changing every day.  Names floating around in trade rumors.  Doesn't give a fuck.  Just trots out to Johnny Cash, throw up zeros and goes home without saying a word.


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